Friday, July 03, 2009
Most important, however, a blogger, at least who wants readers, has to be and should want to be a wanton exhibitionist.
I opened the door, as I heard the doorbell ring. A kid whose face was red and had little expressions was standing with a woman draped in a maroon sari, who I guessed should be his mother. "Hello is your mom there. this is Rahul. He..", I smirked - the sample set for Indian names had come down drastically. Kids I come across these days rarely have names people have not heard of ( Come on, no one names their kids "Pulakesin" these days :( ) "is my son." I had seen the woman before, she was the big eyed woman who kept looking at me from the next door window. Our houses were adjacent, her and mine - my room was one on the first floor and had a window which opened almost right into her kitchen. As my windows have no curtains and the computer was in my room, my privacy was always under check. Nevertheless, she never complained even when I played music louder than normal, - though most of the time , I do try to keep the volume under check. Unlike me, she also did something useful through the day and ran a Kindergarten under the franchise "Kidzee". And yes, unlike me, she probably gets along with all those cute little monsters who get dropped at her doorstep every morning.
"I heard you play your guitar. Can you teach him how to play? I am willing to pay", she asked.
I blinked. Me? Teach someone to play the guitar? For a second there, I was happy - heck, she must think I am real good. In fact the reason she probably keeps looking through the window and giving me expressionless stares when I played the guitar was because I was that damn good. Ha.
But Wait, there usually is a catch to such offers.
"I could teach him for an hour or two everday, how much could you give me?", I asked her shamelessly.
"I will give you 400Rs for every hour you teach him. But you should teach him everything. He should be able to play songs as soon as possible". I blinked again. Not bad money at all.
"I am not that great a guitar player, myself ...
I looked down at the kid. I almost felt sorry for him. Soon, it will be time for him to enter a school,get into coaching classes and do more ridiculous things that society expects him to do to get ahead in life. The kid was actually, I am pretty sure, shorter than my guitar.I decided to let this opportunity for making a quick buck pass. Besides, I don't like kids too much anyway.
The advertisement has a girl walking out of water in a swimsuit. It caught my attention. And then out of nowhere, the ad screamed "Vishwas hai, ismain kuch khas hain. JK cement." That's it folks. With this, Indian advertising had been taken to an all new level.
Ta says that this is an example of Poe's law.
me: The JK cement ad is absolutely ridiculuos7:29 PM Ta: the woman?i think a woman made it:ppoe's law
Poe's law (Mathematically):
So according to Ta (who claims that she can think like a woman, because she is one), a woman has designed the ad, and is probably laughing her ass off somewhere. On the other hand, it works for advertisers - as people are watching the ad (? O_O)
Meanwhile, I am still trying to find a video of this online. Can someone help me?
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
But she said the butter's bitter
If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter
But a bit of better butter
Will make it better
Than the bitter butter
So she bought a bit of better butter
And put it in her batter
And her batter was not bitter
So t'was Betty Boughter
Bought a bit of better butter And put it in her Batter
And her batter was not bitter.
You are all basters.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Welcome to VDG's blog world
Since my first post cannot be a tag post, I wont post a tag post. Ok henceforth, you shall be reading a lot of incoherent sentences, words that dont make sense and somethings that seem almost too good to be true.
But learn to believe